Personal Narrative: My Experience With Computers

My experience with computers starts off in a plethora of ways. When I was young, my family lived in a neighborhood that was comprised almost totally of elderly residents. This being said, it comes without verbalizing that I had very little contact with kids my age. To occupy my free time, my Father insisted that I bring a copy of “Linux for Dummies” everywhere I went. I also taught myself how to download a congregation of games – which led to meeting a massive mob of (seemingly) plebeians in the process. As a life-long computer aficionado, I have learned to become tech savvy. Seeming as though I had a growing amount of time on my hands combined with the lack of kids my age in my neighborhood, I was destined to learn the ways of information technology. I was promptly cast into the deep-end of the swimming pool by my father, whom educated me broadly on multiple subjects including Linux, Microsoft Windows and the components that comprise the inside of a personal computer tower. While learning the ropes as an amateur tech junkie, I have always held a deep fascination with the well-hidden underbelly of the Internet. A land shrouded in mystery; A blanket so heavy that most common people would not dare to sink themselves into. In this place, I met the acquaintances that would forever haunt my memory. These… People were more than just that. To me

I went to my father one dark fall day and enlightened him on just whom had been wreaking havoc upon his e-mail in-box and actual mailbox. I told him that this fiend whom had stolen his identity and purchased a number of items under his name, was someone that I knew. My Father, throughout his time in the military acquired contacts throughout the chains of government. He called upon these contacts at the Federal Bureau of Investigation and promptly set up a meeting with two F.B.I. officials at our local office in Richmond,